Brotha Lynch Hung – Return of Da Baby Killa

Brotha Lynch Hung – Return of Da Baby Killa Lyrics

Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung
Song: Return of Da Baby Killa

You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that p#ss#, ho
c#ck it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go

BOOM!
p#ss#-guts all over the room
If you ain’t seen it, then you’re fiendin’ for the meanin’ of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out

You back that n#gg# that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It’s like that
Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool

All it take is a wake, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it’s that n#gg# that work ’em n#gg# deep and block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it’ll make you vomit

Guts in a mama’s baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it’s common
Biatches keep f#ckin’ and suckin’ and keepin’ it comin’
With they drama. POP! It’s baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that cl#t

And watch them baby’s brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it’s that n#gg# that kill ’em
I’ll fill ’em all full for that sicc reason

Season of da siccness broodin’, got me trippin’ for no reason
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Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka

Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!
Now eat!
Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper

n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I see
Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
Where n#gg#s load nines, and barrel-f#ck a sl#t

n#gg#, what? You ain’t even seen me in my prime
Eatin’ baby brains, maybe veins, maybe spines
I know they be cryin’ when I’m cuttin’ off the neck
I’m peelin’ off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette

Baby villain spine, that baby-killin’ mind
A fifth pint of gin cause I know I’m doin’ time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids’ gotta eat, somebody’s baby’s on the line, n#gg#

Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!

Now eat!
Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla

Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!
Now eat!
Get ready for the n#gg# sh#t
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut

Pick-a-vic-up, f#ck ’em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put ‘em on the ground with a tore-up mug
Slugs to the womb, guts all over the room that legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X

With a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the n#gg# who kills them infants
And since it’s dinner time, I hit ’em with a nine-millimeter, meter

With n#gg#-meat be breakin’ up your skin
Never knew n#gg#-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the ‘Lac with a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!

Now eat!
Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla

Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!
Now eat!
That’s right, once upon a time
A n#gg# that hella sicc up in the skids

With a lie for the snitch
As a victim’s stoned, sayin’ “I’ll be bones to the p#ss# clits”
They’re a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they’re blind!

Devils made a pact to f#ck with match-to-heat, it’s one of a kind
Low enough to the sh#t got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be? Or can he be

Locked up in the county
Cause the bounty finally found a n#gg# like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C

What’s up, my n#gg#? Pull this trigger
And take my motherf#ckin’ legacy
But watch your back
n#gg#s be claimin’ that they sicc

But really don’t know which way to go when they be smokin’ up with my lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama’s cock? (Yeah!)
Have you ever seen a body drop? (Yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your Glock?

Well, I could gives a f#ck cause even then, n#gg#, you not my n#gg#
From that 24 Garden Block
That’s doin’ time
For shootin’ shadows up in the dark

And tryin’ to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops from the Meadowview Glocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthaf#cka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the f#ck goes thru my n#gg#’s mind up in his cell?

That 24 Deep,
No sleep, much stress, n#gg#
n#gg# must be livin’ up in hell
And here I am, same m#th*rf#ck*r that got my n#gg# sicc

Tryin’ to kill myself but slippin’ more deeper into the siccness sh#t
Guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n#gg# nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf#cka
Now eat! Cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, rilla

Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m hard for you, n#gg#!
Now eat!
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Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics – Return of Da Baby Killa

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Release Year: 1995